Page 11 of Daddy's Babies: Johnnie's Story

“What promise?” I ask, trying to figure out why he’s ready to burst out laughing, which even after having Maddie as his for the last year and a half, is still out of character for our brother, or as we fuck around and call him when he’s being really frustrating—Mr. Serious.

“That you and Jude would meet your downfalls one day, and it’d serve you all right if they were just like Mom,” he says bring a soft groan of ‘fuck’ to my lips recalling it now. “I mean, really man, she’s nineteen.”

Julie lets out a cackle before slapping her hand over her lips when I give her a glare, but her little muffled laughter behind it tells me I’ve really landed myself here—and they don’t know I spent all weekend trying to get my girl pregnant.

I wait for the panic to hit me, but that’s the last thing I feel. Nah, all I want is to get home to Carly, taking her again to ensure I’ve put my baby inside her.

Chapter 5

Carly

Ican’t believe the time on the clock when I roll over, waking up. I mean, did I really sleep in until ten-thirty? It’s totally unlike me. Then again, so was this weekend, and we didn’t get that much sleep.

On top of the last two weeks, it’s not that surprising I guess that it’s all caught up with me. I just wish that Johnnie was here, but I remember him telling me to go back to sleep this morning after he came inside me again.

I probably should have made more of an effort to make him think seriously about the danger we were risking not using protection—especially last night and today. It’s crazy that I didn’t push more, but honestly, Johnnie didn’t react at all as I expected.

I mean, when I freaked out seeing I was right in the middle of my cycle and that I was about to ovulate, told Johnnie I needed to go get the morning after pill, I was just so relieved that he wasn’t mad or angry about it. Truth is, I was expecting a reaction like my father gives when I mess up, forget to tell him something, or do something, and getting the complete opposite had me totally flustered.

So, I just kept waiting for him to get mad and pushed it maybe more than I should have, especially since he didn’t get mad the way I expected. Oh no, I was not expecting him to get pissed off at the idea of me actually taking the pill, of trying to prevent getting pregnant. I only had one little inkling of worry when he got mad then, but honestly, I was more turned on than frightened when he hauled me over his shoulder, taking us up to bed and kept me there pretty much all weekend.

Definitely wasn’t expecting him to put me on my knees in the shower and tell me to suck daddy’s cock either, but holy cow…it was everything I ever dreamt and more. I was a total mess between the legs when he told me he was my daddy now, let alone him telling me that while letting me suck his cock, and he ate it up—literally. That was so much better than any of my dreams.

The whole weekend was and now, here I am, wrapped in his sheets, trying to figure out what the hell I’m going to do. I mean, it’s really possible that I could be getting pregnant right now if that app’s right, but honestly…I want it to happen. Not so I can stay here in this amazing penthouse with Johnnie, or at least, not just for that reason alone.

I mean holy moly, his kitchen is amazing, and I loved cooking in it this weekend—at least once he let me up out of bed for us to eat. It’s a dream kitchen and I could so easily stay here forever with Johnnie, doing what I’ll admit I really wanted with my life, which is why I put off going to college this year. More than anything, I want to be a wife and mother. Well, not that Johnnie’s said anything about getting married, but this weekend couldn’t possibly have been just talk about hoping to “breed” me, could it?

I really hope not because for the first time in my life, I’ve enjoyed myself. I don’t mean just the sex either. I was able to fully enjoy cooking us dinner Saturday night, doing up a brunch yesterday once we got out of bed, and not getting yelled at when I got lost in thought and just stood in the kitchen last night, remembering the way Johnnie held me long after we both came down from the pleasure high.

He came down about ten minutes later, finding me just standing there, and slid his arms around me, asking me what was wrong, making sure I was okay, not hurt by something in the kitchen, and that he hadn’t hurt me by taking me yet again. He’s nothing like my father who would have launched straight into some tirade about me being fat and lazy and ungrateful and not having his food ready before he got into the kitchen.

Johnnie is honestly the man of my dreams, because he’s everything my father’s not, and if he really wants me to have his baby…he’s never getting rid of me.

I stretch as I get up, my nose wrinkling a bit at the streaks on the sheets, and I pull them off, before moving into the bathroom for a shower. My feet pause at the dresser that’s situated in the second dressing area, the light in the space on low, making the items on the dresser glimmer. The note has a big “J” scrawled on the bottom and I pick it up, smiling like a fool at the simple words.

Something to wrap around your beautiful body to keep it for my eyes only. If my mother or sister stops by, please don’t be alarmed, they bring food over occasionally for me. Tell them to call me if they start asking you a lot of questions you don’t want to answer. I’ll tell them to be nice to my baby girl and give her time to get comfortable with them.

I wasn’t sure what you liked so I ordered an assortment of bubble baths, bath salts, and bath bombs. Soak in the tub and relax, little bird. I want you relaxed and ready for my cock when I get home. If you need anything, call me. My number’s in your phone. You’ll know which one it is. ??

Love you, J.

A little laugh bubbled up seeing the way he signed it, hope welling throughout my body that it was real, meant in a true way and not just some random signature. It made me so excited I couldn’t resist looking at everything he ordered.

It filled four bags and was from one of my favorite stores, telling me the total of the order was obscene. I usually made a single bottle of bubble bath or bath salts last me six months because if I spent too much on them, my father would throw a fit.

I’m just glad he hasn’t seen the credit card bill for the lingerie I bought last week yet, especially since the panties are now ruined. If he’d seen that before Friday, I likely would have been a lot more nervous than I already was heading towards that club, and probably late too, and then Johnnie wouldn’t have seen me, kept me from Brent…

I take in a deep breath and let it out slowly, keeping the panic from rising, knowing I’m likely to hear it from my father already for not showing, let alone what Brent’s going to have to say about it—or already said about it. I don’t remember anything his texts said from Saturday morning, but, if Johnnie put his number in my phone, it means he’s left it for me, so I can see the damage that’s been done—after a bath.

The shampoo and conditioner makes my hair feel like silk and it’s definitely not something I’ve used before, but I’m likely going to use it again I muse as I can still see the definition of my waves as I finish toweling it mostly dry. There’s a curl defining cream with the set, and I rake it through my hair, smiling as it keeps the waves looking smooth, but it’s not nearly as sticky as gel.

I move back into the dressing area after rubbing lotion into my skin and my jaw drops seeing the bras and panties are my size—and from the same store I ran into him leaving last week. He had to have ordered them Saturday because they’re closed on Sunday, and that makes my heart flutter with more hope that he didn’t just buy these so I could leave without looking like an idiot wearing his clothes.

One set is an underwire lace temptation, much like the blue green one I wore Friday, while the other is a lounge set, made with a silky material and I don’t hesitate to pull them on, wanting something comfortable. I mean, the lace sets are gorgeous, and I love them, but there’s something to be said for comfort, especially not knowing what I might find on my phone.

The clothes are similar to the lounge set, comfy but gorgeous, and I pull on a pair of cashmere—real freaking cashmere, I swear I’m about to die, joggers and a matching thin, long-sleeve crop top that just meets the top of the joggers. If I reach up, you can totally see my soft belly, but I don’t care. This is the softest thing I’ve ever worn, and it fits. It’s not a ‘close to fitting’, it actually fits. That only happens when I buy myself something. No one has ever gifted or bought me an outfit that actually fits my body, so this is pure bliss.

I smile as I check myself out in the mirror and the grin stays on my lips as I remake the bed, taking the dirty sheets down and start the laundry. Yes, Johnnie said to just relax, but I won’t knowing we’d be sleeping on dirty sheets tonight if I didn’t change them. Well, we will be if I get to stay another night at least.

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